A Light Going Out Upstairs

Tonight on The Introverted Obelisk, we step into a house that’s both a home and a trap — where love whispers, doubt grows, and every flickering lamp feels like an accusation.

In this story, sanity isn’t lost — it’s stolen, piece by piece, by the one person who swore to protect it.
It’s a world of locked drawers, missing brooches, and footsteps in the attic that no one else seems to hear.

We’ll watch as a woman begins to wonder if she’s losing her mind… or if her husband’s just very good at helping her believe it.

It’s all velvet gloves and quiet cruelty — an elegant horror where the weapon isn’t a knife, but persuasion.

A Light Going Out Upstairs is a slow descent into psychological darkness, lit only by the faint glow of self-doubt.

So pour yourself something strong, draw the curtains tight, and listen for the sound of gas hissing in the pipes.

Because sometimes the scariest thing in the room… is the person telling you nothing’s wrong.